The Works of Christopher Marlowe
Dr. Faustus (A Text)
Act:
2
Scene:
6
Covet.
I am Covetousness, begotten of an old churl in an old leathern bag; and might I have my wish I would desire that this house and all the people in it were turned
to gold, that I might lock you up in my good chest
O
, my sweet gold!
